What kind of person do you think I am?
"Obviously the kind that wants me dead!"
Huai Shi glared at the shrunken black‑hearted woman in front of him, grief‑stricken and furious: "Things have gotten to this point, and you don't even feel a tiny bit of guilt?"
Tong Ji froze for a second, then awkwardly looked away: "Sorry, not only do I feel no guilt, I'm actually kinda thrilled..."
"Besides, it's not like I said anything wrong."
She sounded almost aggrieved: "Logically speaking, this body of mine right now is formed from the Soloist's Divine Nature, your incarnation, plus fragments of your Source Substance and Soul. Other than the bloodline being non‑human, everything else comes from you, okay.
In Dongxia's Journey to the West they say the Buddha made the Peacock into the Buddha‑Mother, so wouldn't that make you the Priest?"
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